"𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!"
"𝐘𝐨𝐮. . . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?"
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How could eleven-year-old Harry Potter have guessed, that sitting next to a young Y/N LeBeau on the first of September...
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Harry and Ron were still angry with Hermione when people returned from Christmas break. Y/N was slightly bitter at first because she saw no logic in how Sirius Black could have sent Harry such a great broom, but she understood where Hermione came from and even tried to convince Harry and Ron to forgive her, but failed miserably.
"There was nothing bloody wrong about that broom!" Ron complained the night before school continued after Y/N tried to suggest that they forgive Hermione. "She's just paranoid!"
"She's worried about Harry," Y/N reasoned, "If you would have thought that there was something wrong with the broom you would have done the same."
"Yea, but I don't think that there's anything wrong about that broom."
Y/N sighed and continued to walk silently to the common room.
As soon as they entered the common room Wood approached Harry eagerly.
"Had a good Christmas?" he said, and then, without waiting for an answer, he sat down, lowered his voice, and said, "I've been, doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After last match, you know. If the Dementors come to the next one... I mean... we can't afford you to--well--"
Wood broke off, looking awkward.
"I'm working on it," said Harry quickly. "Professor Lupin said he'd train me to ward off the Dementors. We should be starting this week. He said he'd have time after Christmas."
"Ah," said Wood, his expression clearing. "Well, in that case--I really didn't want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. And have you ordered a new broom yet?"
"No," said Harry.
"What! You'd better get a move on, you know--you can't ride that Shooting Star against Ravenclaw!"
"He got a Firebolt for Christmas," interrupted Ron.
"A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A--a real Firebolt?" (fangirl Oliver)
"Don't get excited, Oliver," said Harry gloomily. "I haven't got it anymore. It was confiscated." And he explained all about how the Firebolt was now being checked for jinxes.
"Jinxed? How could it be jinxed?"
"Sirius Black," Harry said wearily. "He's supposed to be after me. So McGonagall reckons he might have sent it."
Waving aside the information that a famous murderer was after his Seeker, Wood said, "But Black couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! The whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick?"
"I know," said Harry, "but McGonagall still wants to strip it down--"
Wood went pale.
"I'll go and talk to her, Harry," he promised. "I'll make her see reason... A Firebolt... a real Firebolt, on our team... She wants Gryffindor to win as much as we do... I'll make her see sense. A Firebolt..."
